Roderic Quinn

(1867 - 1949 / Australia)

Roderic Quinn Poems

1. A Grey Day 4/16/2010
2. A Song Of Keats 4/16/2010
3. A Song Of Winds 4/16/2010
4. A Wardrobe 4/16/2010
5. Acushla 4/16/2010
6. After Cattle 4/16/2010
7. After Drafting 4/16/2010
8. All Of A Piece 4/16/2010
9. An Empty Room 4/16/2010
10. Arnold Rode Behind 4/16/2010
11. At Dawn 4/16/2010
12. At End Of A Holiday 4/16/2010
13. At Her Door 4/16/2010
14. At The Tide's Will 4/16/2010
15. Australia's Vision 4/16/2010
16. Bequeathal 4/16/2010
17. By Momba Tracks 4/16/2010
18. By The Quay 4/16/2010
19. Doing Nothing 4/16/2010
20. Drovers Twain 4/16/2010
21. Garden Street 4/16/2010
22. God's Answer 4/16/2010
23. God's Answer 4/16/2010
24. Homeward Going 4/16/2010
25. In September 4/16/2010
26. Irony 4/16/2010
27. Just To Drift 4/16/2010
28. Love Magical 4/16/2010
29. Mid-Forest Fear 1/1/2004
30. Midnight And Moonlight 4/16/2010
31. Noon On The Barrier Ranges 4/16/2010
32. On The Barrier 4/16/2010
33. Perfection 4/16/2010
34. Romance In The Market Place 4/16/2010
35. Shell-Music 4/16/2010
36. Spring Song 4/16/2010
37. Stars In The Sea 1/1/2004
38. Sydney Cove, 1788 4/16/2010
39. The Allisons 4/16/2010
40. The Artist 4/16/2010
Best Poem of Roderic Quinn

Stars In The Sea

I took a boat on a starry night
and went for a row on the water,
and she danced like a child on a wake of light
and bowed where the ripples caught her.

I vowed, as I rowed on the velvet blue
through the night and the starry spendour
to woo and sue a maiden I know
till she bent to my pleading tender.

My painted boat she was light and glad
and gladder my heart was wishing,
and I came in time to a little lad
who stood on the rocks a-fishing.

I said "Ahoy!" and he said "Ahoy"!
and I asked how the fish were biting;
And what are you...

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The Circling Hearths

MY Countrymen, though we are young as yet
With little history, nought to show
Of lives enleagued against a foreign foe,
Torn flags and triumph, glory or regret;
Still some things make our kinship sweet,
Some deeds inglorious but of royal worth,
As when with tireless arms and toiling feet
We felled the tree and tilled the earth.

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